My lover, my assassin

Introduction

Blood.

It was everywhere. The iron smell attacked me from all sides as I sat on the bed in the middle of the room, corpses strewn all around me but I was unable to believe it had really happened. Still shocked I pushed the arm that was till gripping my arm in a bruising grip, wincing as his nails dug into my skin. I pushed the arm and the rest of the corpse off the bed and reached up to wipe my blue hair out of my face but stopped when I saw they were also stained red.

I looked up to see even more red, I feel like it is the only colour in the room. But no. Under the crimson hair are a pair of golden eyes gazing down at me without emotion.

He moved forward and the knife that had killed the man who was beside me was placed at my throat. I could still see the blood on it and feel its warmth as he pushed the blade so it bit slightly into my neck. I sighed and met those warm golden eyes and smiled. He paused and I saw an emotiong for the first time. Confusion.

"Finally it's over."

I couldn't help but giggle causing the knife to cut in even deeper, my warm blood running down my neck adding even more red to the room. One quick jerk and I would be free. He moved and I knew no more.